Sara cries.

With an artificial laughter and a see-through plastic smile
She tells them all that she is fine and that sadness "ain't her style".
Her flawless front has them convinced that everything's okay
She takes a breath and pushes toward another lonely day.

But sometimes late at night she cries alone inside her room
where in the darkness of her thoughts her mind is completely consumed.
Days go by and people keep believing all her lies
But she will never let them know that sometimes Sara cries.

They wouldn't understand, she knows. That's why she hides it all.
No use in bringing them down too when nothing breaks her fall.
"We worry", they all tell her, but she doesn't want them to.
Their worry doesn't do her good and only makes them blue.

But sometimes late at night she cries alone inside her room
where in the darkness of her thoughts her mind is completely consumed.
Days go by and people keep believing all her lies
But she will never let them know that sometimes Sara cries.